Pluck

The Blue Woman has an ordinary body.
Overlooked, when young, except
by those people who met her penetrating eyes.

I stood under that gaze.
It sees me day and night. It laid me bare.
Started me toward the hallows.

Twenty years on and she has not released me.
But now, the gravity of her eyes is normal,
accepted, and a comfort.

Her eyes plucked my soul from my body
and I walked the landscape of experience,
toward the holy wells

where healing occurs,
a deep thirst quenched.
I learned to see myself with her eyes,

through her wholehearted love.
A love practiced until it became as natural as breath
and I reclaimed my body as my own.


copyright © 2019 Kenneth P. Gurney